rain doesn't make a sound until it hits something
pain doesn't make sound until it breathes nothing

"He wanted to be a poet,
but deep down inside
he was a poem."

"She was like a siren.
She collected the affections of those around her,
keeping them like toys,
to be used once or twice when bored."

i love you.
so, so much
isn't it enough
that i say that?
is it not enough for you,
that i just know?
you want reasons
so i give them to you:
my darkest nights,
when you were there for me
the shoulder of yours,
that i can always lean on
the way we talk,
and laugh,
and understand each other.
if that isn't love,
i don't know what is
but i do know
that i love you.

To travel from light to darkness takes but the instant to blink.
To return requires an unknown path and a light worth finding.

but i am just a “once”
that you never dare
to commit again